Walls

She walks through the crowded halls
As if zombie.
She's not looking where she's going
Because she's memorized the twists and turns.
She could bump into someone
But she won't
She never does.
Her friend waves at her
As she comes around the corner
And she smiles
But it doesn't mean anything.
Her eyes are empty
As empty as her heart and soul.
She's not really there
She left a long time ago.
Her family loves her
She's the top of her class
Never failing to reach one hundred percent on each assignment
She the most popular girl in school
The nicest, too
She's also the prettiest
The boys would do anything to be with her;
But none of that matters
Nothing matters
She's empty.
It wasn't always so good
As it is now;
Loving family
Top of the class
Most popular
Most attractive.
It used be different;
Abusive family
Low grades
Most hated
Most ugly.
And so she left.
Tuned out the world
Closed her eyes
Taped her mouth;
She built walls
Walls to keep her from fracturing any further
But walls that keep out the sadness
Also keep out the joy.
Now in her fortress
She was safe.
But she needed someone
Someone to take her place
While she was gone.
She held tryouts
Would she choose the realistic one?
Or the successful one?
The successful one
The smart one
The one everyone would love.
She was ready now
So she packed up her bags
And left
She was moving to her fortress.
She thought she might move back in some day
When it got better;
And now it has gotten better.
But she doesn't want to
She doesn't want to mess things up again.
So for now
This body
It shall remain empty.
Her parents think they love their child;
They don't
No one’s there to love.
Her friends think they know her;
They don't
No one’s there to know.
Her teachers think she's smart;
They don't
No one’s there to teach.
The boys think they love her, too;
But as before
There's no one to love
To teach
To get to know
To do… anything with.
And there probably won't ever be.
She's not strong enough to break down these walls
Because once they are built, they
Don't. Come. Down.
Not without help.
This girl is empty,
Though if you delve deep enough,
You'll see that someone once was there
And you'll see the walls
Maybe you'll be the one to finally help her break them down
Or maybe you were the one who caused her to build them.
Or maybe, just maybe, you are the one with the walls
Maybe you need help breaking them down
Maybe you are empty.
But if you don't have walls,
Don't build them;
They don't come down.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

The way you have written this suits the subject matter. The short lines, the girl as automaton. It's very true we can build a facade but we don't know what's inside. Personally i think the last few lines lose direction a bit - her story gets tangled a bit with the boys. Maybe missing out the last line would give it a stronger ending.
I did like it!
Alan
Would youl ilke to have a look at my story 'a tale of two cafe's' thanks

[Ember Smyth]

Thank you for your review, I'll do that now!